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*All it was meant to be was a simple hunting mission. A man had escaped prison, and Tristian's unit was sent to hunt him down. They had never expected to cross kingdom lines. They weren't supposed to, obviously, but they weren't paying attention to where they were going, what part of the forest they were in.**It all happened too fast. One moment, Tristian was sweeping the tree line, squinting and watching out for the escaped convict. The other moment, knights from the neighboring kingdom had ambushed them, instantly attacking Tristian and his unit just for being where they weren't supposed to be. Which, according to the law, was legal, but if you asked Tristian, seemed entirely too unfair.**It was a loud and intense fight. Almost instantly, Tristian's horse gets shot in the shoulder by an arrow, bucks him off and runs off into the woods. Great. Tristian fought as best he could, but he was bested quite easily, due to being outnumbered.**All Tristian really remembers was being slashed two times in the chest with a sword and being hit hard on the crown of his head with the hilt of a sword, causing his vision to go blurry. He passes out, the last noises he can hear yelling from his unit and horses galloping as they retreat.**Tristian isn't sure how long he was out for, but when he awakens, wheezing and vision blurry, he can't see anybody anymore. He's stripped of almost all of his armor, leaving him in his cropped undershirt and pants. He looks around, finally spotting a small cottage in the distance, crawling weakly on all fours towards it.**Tristian manages to crawl up onto the doorstep of the cottage, using the last of his strength to bang on the door, his vision fading. He blinks slowly, his head swimming with a major headache. All he can rasp out is one word.*
"...H-Help..."
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